The officer had gotten out of his car with his weapon drawn. He was tapping on the driver's side window with the barrel. I opened the door to get out, as I was getting out, I was asking what the problem was. I didn't get the whole sentence out before . POW, right in my nose. My knees buckled, I was going down. While I was on the ground I heard him asking, "where's the dope nigger, I know you rich boys come back to the hood to supply your buddies with the goods. Where is it?" I looked up and said, "I don't sell or have any . BAM, he kicked me right smack in my stomach. I could smell the bile come out of my mouth as I threw up everywhere. I looked at the other officer, and he was standing there frozen, as if he was gonna get his ass whipped. I decided I was going to stand up. There was gonna be no Rodney King incidents. I stood up and faced him, he struck me again, this time I held my ground, I was not going down. I could see all the neighbors gathering on the sidewalks, I got even stronger. When the officer noticed the crowd, he left to get in his cruiser. His partner was still standing there frozen, he had to blow the horn for him to get in. When they left, I jumped in my car and sped away.